Low-Fantasy Occultist Isekai

Walking through the grassland after what they had experienced just a few hours earlier felt somewhat anticlimactic. It wasn't that Nick wanted them to be swarmed by monsters; rather, repelling a demonic invasion, casting a ritual to determine if his friend was possessed, and then having that same ritual hijacked by a goddess was a lot to process.

At least this time, nothing bad happened. But I'm beginning to think that I should be much more careful about where I hold my rituals.

What happened this time wasn't anything like what Sashara had done, to be fair. Nick had still been in control of the overall magic, and if he had wanted to, he could have halted the flow of mana even while the fox statue worked its magic.

There had been no intrusion into his system, nor had he been powerless to act. Still, Nick felt he should have expected something like this to happen.

Well, something did happen. Staring at the notification, Nick decided that while he would prefer not to face any more demons, he could appreciate the rewards that came with the danger.